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When Marjane Ambler and her husband, Terry Wehrman, lived in Yellowstone from 1984 until 1993, storytelling was still the favorite community pastime. A journalist by training, Marjane could not resist chronicling those stories of life on a modern frontier.

Throbs up from the darkening draws, eludingdusk's clutch. Calls out and the owlcalls back, answering with her own ample koan.When the world was flat we thought darknessfell. Now we know it rises firelike from earth,spindling up the oaks' trunks, engulfingridge and canopy. The resulting smoke, then—hue of a breath exhaled by a late-arriving disciplecome to examine the charred chaos of day(such a staunch monk!) igniting itself again—the odorless remains. Then. The hanging

During this program, Wyoming author Alyson Hagy talks about and reads from her novel Boleto. She also tells the story behind the story, which involves a young man she met seven years before writing the book.

Brandon Schrand talks about the influence reading literature had on his early life, when he was a boy growing up in Soda Springs, Idaho, and during the seven years he spent muddling his way through college (the first person in his family to go to college). He also reads several passages from his second memoir, Works Cited: An Alphabetical Odyssey of Mayhem and Misbehavior.

Even as bones they were sublime, the sky-scraping brachyo- an brontosauri,tree-boned haunches, handfuls of arm-length claws,T. Rex with teeth uncountable as stars.In my mind, they were fleshed, they ripped and gnawed.Crossing Central Park at dusk, I'd seethe giants grazing still, the swaying treetopshiding some great nibbling head, and hearthem in the ground-juddering thunderas our subway shot like progress from the dark.Then swallowed us, like some great whale or ark.

...let's see what words you'll use to write the poems you write today, dreaming of Wyoming. - Miguel d'Ors

The dream will go wherever I go, luminous and densewith its immovable rock ridge and watercascading over red or yellow hillsides,depending on the light, while a buffalo's foreheadclears a path through the snow.